Bitter juice seeps out of yellow flesh

A vile taste reaps stinging wounds afresh

You cut your tongue on your acid words

And yet I'm the problem? That's absurd

But of course once the hate is all squeezed out

You're completely sweet, feigning innocence, as if this is just merely a bout

And I guess you need extra ingredients to polish off personalities

Personally, I don't see how sugar-coated lies could ever cure the sourness you hold inside

While I'm powerless to decide if the real you is sick and acidic or just thick and a total cynic

Sometimes I just want to squeeze lemon juice in your eyes, but I realise that won't solve where my real problems lie

And so I've tried to be kind and sell lemonade with you, but it's hard going unpaid to do

And I don't like that it's like a grenade with you, but I'm more afraid of breathing your bitter air and drinking juice littered with processed sugar, I'd rather something purer

They praise us saying we work so well together, sure, in sunny weather

But I'd rather spill this pitcher in your face than deal with more words laced with sharp tastes

Even if I come out of this the bitter one, and you the praised

No one in their right mind would bite into a lemon

Especially one as sour as you